Restart
Locked in, I should count my blessings
cooking, cleaning, playing, having fun
recalling good olden rememberings
the things we could not do on the run
we always had a 'to do list' gun
whose bullets never seemed to end
this opportunity is a godsend
so let's make the best use of it
till from corona virus, we defend
and step out fearless to restart titbit.
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